"tortured Soul"
Cast in the shadows
Lost in the deep
Are suicidal thoughts
Merely for the weak
Mired in subversive thought
In waves of despair
Is a longing for nurture
In the fruits that we bear
Distanced from a reality
That may never be
Lies a broken angel
So blinded by hate it cannot see
Cradled in pestilence
Sloth spreads like mold
Death become imminent
As frost surrounds the soul
Copyright © Stephen Mark Hluchnik | Year Posted 2009
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